§918o vita fallax, abditos sensus geris §919animisque pulchram turpibus faciem induis: §920pudor impudentem celat, audacem quies, §921pietas nefandum; vera fallaces probant §922simulantque molles dura.
O deceitful life, you harbor hidden feelings and put a beautiful face upon ugly souls: shame conceals the shameless, quiet the bold, piety the impious; deceitful men approve the truth and soft men counterfeit hard things.
silvarum incola §923ille efferatus castus intactus rudis,
That forest-dweller, savage, chaste, untouched, rude, did you reserve yourself for me?
Was it your pleasure to begin manhood from my bed and with so great a crime?
§926iam iam superno numiui grates ago, §927quod icta nostra cecidit Antiope manu, §928quod non ad antra Stygia descendens tibi §929matrem reliqui, profugus ignotas procul
Now, now I give thanks to the heavenly divinity, because Antiope fell, struck by our hand, and because, when descending to the Stygian caverns, I did not leave her, your mother, alive.
§930percurre gentes: te licet terra ultimo §931summota mundo dirimat Oceani plagis §932orbemque nostris pedibus obversum colas, §933licet in recessu penitus extremo abditus §934horrifera celsi regna transieris poli §935hiemesque supra positus et canas nives §936gelidi frementes liqueris Boreae ruinas §937post te furentes, sceleribus poenas dabis.
Flee as an exile far away traverse unknown nations: though land removed to the farthest edge of the world separate you with the tracts of Ocean, and you dwell in a world opposite to our feet, though hidden deep in the farthest recess you pass beyond the terrifying realms of the high pole and, placed above winters and hoary snows, you leave behind you the howling ruin of cold Boreas raging after you, you shall pay the penalty for your crimes.
§938profugum per omnis pertinax latebras premam: §939longinqua clausa abstrusa diversa invia §940emetiemur, nullus obstabit locus: §941scis unde redeam, tela quo mitti haud queunt,
Persistently I shall pursue you in flight through all hiding places: remote, closed, hidden, separate, pathless regions we shall traverse, no place shall stand in the way: you know from where I return, a place to which weapons cannot be sent, thither I shall send my prayers.
§942huc vota mittam, genitor aequoreus dedit §943ut vota prono terna concipiam deo. §944et invocata munus hoc sanxit Styge.
My ocean father granted that I might make three prayers to a favorable god, and by invoking Styx he ratified this gift.
§945En perage donum triste, regnator freti!
Lo, fulfill the grim gift, ruler of the sea!
Let Hippolytus no longer look upon the bright day, and let the youth go to the spirits angry at his father.
§948fer abominandam nunc opem gnato, parens: §949numquam supremum numinis munus tui §950consumeremus. magna ni premerent mala: §951inter profunda Tartara et Ditem horridum §952et imminentes regis inferni minas, §953voto peperci: redde nunc pactam fidem,
Bring now this abominable aid to your son, father: we would never have used the ultimate gift of your divinity, unless great evils were pressing upon us: amid deep Tartarus and grim Dis, and the imminent threats of the underworld king, I spared the prayer: render now the pledged faith, father, do you delay?
§954genitor, moraris? cur adhuc undae silent?
Why do the waves still keep silent?
§955nunc atra ventis nubila impellentibus §956subtexe noctem, sidera et caelum eripe, §957effunde pontum, vulgus aequoreum cie §958fluctusque ab imo tumidus Oceano voca.
Now, with pushing winds, weave dark clouds under the night, snatch away the stars and the sky, pour out the sea, rouse the ocean host, and summon swelling waves from the bottom of Ocean.
§959O magna parens, Natura, deum §960tuque igniferi rector Olympi, §961qui sparsa cito sidera mundo §962cursusque vagos rapis astrorum §963celerique polos cardine versas, §964cur tanta tibi cura perennes §965agitare vias aetheris alti, §966ut nunc canae frigora brumae §967nudent silvas, §968nunc arbustis redeant umbrae, §969nunc aestivi colla leonis §970Cererem magno fervore coquant §971viresque suas temperet annus?
O great parent, Nature, of the gods, and you, ruler of fiery Olympus, who sweep along the scattered stars of the swift world and the wandering courses of the constellations, and turn the poles on a swift hinge, why do you take such great care to agitate the eternal paths of the high air, so that now the cold of hoary winter strips the forests, now the shades return to the groves, now the neck of the summer Lion ripens the grain with great heat, and the year tempers its own powers?
§972sed cur idem qui tanta regis, §973sub quo vasti pondera mundi §974librata suos ducunt orbes, §975hominum nimium' securus abes, §976non sollicitus §977prodesse bonis, nocuisse malis?
But why do you, the same who rule so many things, under whom the weights of the vast world balanced trace out their orbits, remain far away, too uncaring of men, not anxious to benefit the good or harm the wicked?
§978res humanas ordine nullo §979Fortuna regit sparsitque manu §980munera caeca, peiora fovens; §981vincit sanctos dira libido, §982fraus sublimi regnat in aula.
Fortune rules human affairs with no order and has scattered with a blind hand her gifts, favoring the worse; dreadful lust conquers the holy, and deceit reigns in the lofty court.
The populace rejoices to hand over the fasces to the base, and they worship and hate the very same.
§985tristis virtus perversa tulit §986praemia recti: §987castos sequitur mala paupertas §988vitioque potens regnat adulter: §989o vane pudor falsumque decus!
Sad virtue has borne distorted rewards for righteousness: wretched poverty follows the chaste, and the adulterer, powerful through vice, reigns: o empty shame and false honor!
But why does the messenger hasten with quickened step, and wet his mournful face with sad tears?
O bitter and hard fate, heavy service of a servant, why does chance call me to this unspeakable announcement?
Do not fear to speak bravely of harsh disasters: I carry a heart not unprepared for miseries.
§995Vocem dolori lingua luctificam negat.
My tongue denies a mournful voice to my grief.
§996Proloquere quae sors aggravet quassam domum.
Speak out what fate oppresses our shaken house.
§997Hippolytus, heu me, flebili leto occubat.
Hippolytus, alas, lies dead by a lamentable death.
That my son had perished, I, his parent, have known long since: now the ravisher has died; declare the manner of his death.
§1000Vt profugus urbem liquit infesto gradu §1001celerem citatis passibus cursum explicans, §1002celso sonipedes ocius subigit iugo §1003et ora frenis domita substrictis ligat.
As the exile left the city with hostile step, unfolding his swift course with hurried paces, he swiftly forces his horses under the high yoke and binds their tamed mouths with tightened reins.
§1004tum multa secum effatus et patrium solum §1005abominatus saepe genitorem ciet §1006acerque habenis lora permissis quatit: §1007cum subito vastum tonuit ex alto mare §1008crevitque in astra, nullus inspirat salo §1009ventus, quieti nulla pars caeli strepit §1010placidumque pelagus propria tempestas agit.
Then, having spoken many things to himself and cursing his native soil, he frequently invokes his father and fiercely shakes the reins, giving them free rein: when suddenly the vast sea thundered from the deep and swelled to the stars; no wind blew upon the brine, no part of the quiet sky resounded, and its own tempest agitated the calm sea.
§1011non tantus Auster Sicula disturbat freta §1012nec tam furens Ionius exsurgit sinus §1013regnante Coro, saxa cum fluctu tremunt
Not so great a South wind disturbs the Sicilian straits, nor does the raging Ionian gulf rise up so much under the rule of the Northwest wind, when the rocks tremble with the wave.